Now I have a question for you. Are you and your sister having sex? I want you to be honest with me, Savon. I promise I won’t be mad.”“Yes we are..., Mommy but you have understood that we love each other. Jenny says she can depend on me to eat her pussy and make her cum and I like the taste of her juices too. She says I’m not a boy who’ll fuck her then brag about it to all his buddies. She eats my pussy and makes me cum and I really enjoy it. Please don’t make us stop.”“I won’t.” She hugged her.Mel. It was a sad irony that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know someone through her written word. By the time I met her face-to-face, I knew she was not the man her body reflected.We were both married, and both struggling with the pain we would cause in. A few of the others were there. We were all hungry. We collected everyone, filled the large car, and drove off to a main drag to cruise until we found a restaurant we all liked. We ended at a seafood place on Ocean Avenue called Herringbones. At the women’s insistence all the men had oysters as appetizers.Ann and I again made love when we were back at the house. Jasmine had ended up paired with my son Phil, so he was having a ball fucking his soon-to-be stepmother along with Yuan who was the. The two laughed much and loved deeply, but the damsel eventually became sad. She missed traveling, and the lush beauty of things that lived outside the desert. They had made plans for years to run off and make a life somewhere else, but it never happened. The damsel began to feel like a caged bird, and her husband resented her for not being happier there in his home. Eventually, sadly, their love rotted and turned black. While the damsel busied herself trying to figure out how to save the tiny.